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"Then go back quickly."

Lin Ange said warmly when she saw this.

"But here? "Third young master is sick …"

"It's fine. What about me? I don't have anything to do these two days anyway? Hurry up and go... "Oh, wait a moment …"

Lin Ange stomped up the stairs and quickly ran down.

"Sister Zhou, this card has a hundred thousand. Take it first." In case, I mean, if it's serious and not enough, you call me. "

Lin Ange pushed a bank card into Sister Zhou's hand.

"Young mistress, how can you …"

Sister Zhou immediately started crying.

She hadn't been with Lin Ange for long, and yet she treated him so well?

"Alright, hurry up and go. The child is more important. "

Lin Ange urged as she held her by the shoulder.

"Mhmm, then I'll thank Young Mistress first." "Just treat it as me lending you the money first."

Tears welled up in Sister Zhou's eyes.

She didn't know how her son was injured.

It was hard at home, with no savings.

Her husband didn't have much ability to work, and her son was still in college, so the whole family only pointed to her.

So she took the card first.

"Mm, go quickly."

"Then what about Third Young Master?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll talk to him."

"Yes." "Alright, thank you, Young Mistress. I'll be leaving first then."

"Go."

Lin Ange walked Sister Zhou to the door and returned to the kitchen to see if there was anything suitable for Lu Yiyao to eat.

Fortunately, Sister Zhou cooked the millet porridge early in the morning and steamed the roll and the rice cake.

She scooped up a bowl of congee and a small plate of shredded vegetables, then carried them on a small tray and walked in front of Lu Yiyao.

The small tray was gently placed on the table in front of the sofa. Lu Yiyao was helped to his feet and carefully placed a pillow on it.

He placed the bowl in front of him and said with a smirk.

"Eat."

"No strength."

Lu Yiyao replied plainly.

His large bony hand rested powerlessly on the blanket.

Seeing him in such a state, Lin Ange could not bear to see him in such a state. He tucked in the blanket and nudged his long, proud legs.

"A bit more."

Lu Yiyao leaned his long legs against the sofa obediently.

Lin Ange sat down, scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge and blew on it twice before placing it on his lips.

"Eat."

Lu Yiyao opened his mouth and put the spoon into his mouth.

The normally bland congee tasted especially sweet.

Lin Ange was afraid that he would not be able to eat well, so she picked up two shredded vegetables and fed them to him.

When Lin Yanyan saw this scene, a happy smile blossomed in his eyes that were like black grapes. Ye Zichen smiled towards Lu Yiyao.

"Daddy, you look like a baby."

The corner of Lin Angefei's lips twitched as she rolled her eyes at Lu Yiyao. Her beautiful face revealed a trace of disdain.

"Who's not a baby yet? And your mommy too. "

Lu Yiyao said warmly as he swallowed the congee in his mouth and licked the corner of his mouth.

Lin Ange frowned slightly as she passed the last mouthful of congee to him.

"Lu Yiyao, you are so shameless. It's all uncle now, and he's still a baby? "

"…"

Lu Yiyao remained silent and raised his eyebrows at Lin Yanyan.

The father and son duo smiled at each other in tacit understanding.

Lu Yiyao fell into a deep sleep not long after he ate most of the medicine.

Afraid that Lin Yanyan would disturb him, Lin Ange told him to go to the study on the first floor to watch cartoons while she stayed with Lu Yiyao in the living room.

It was drizzling outside, and the light inside was dim.

The large living room became even more lonely.

Lin Ange sat beside Lu Yiyao and took his temperature again.

38 ° 9.

Although it was much lower than before, it was still very high.

She didn't dare to let her guard down.

Just like what Lin Yanyan said, once, during Li City, she had a high fever and was in a coma for two nights.

It scared Gu Yunxiao and Lin Yanyan to death.

She stared at Lu Yiyao's well-defined face and complicated feelings arose within her.

This face was so handsome that it caused one's heart to palpitate.

The dense, long eyelashes covered the deep, unfathomable black pupils, and the deep, three-dimensional facial features were even more gentle.

His breathing was a little rough, and a scorching aura lingered between his nostrils.

A thin layer of sweat unconsciously covered his forehead.

Seeing this, Lin Ange hurriedly brought a basin of warm water and a brand-new towel over. He twisted the water and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Seeing that there seemed to be sweat on his neck, Zhang Xuan wiped it off.

He was already sweating and wanted to help him wipe it off. Ye Zichen thought about it for a moment, then decided to just forget it. I'll just wait for him to wake up, then let him take a shower before changing clothes.

He went to the study room and found that Lin Yanyan had fallen asleep on the bed in the study room.

She tucked him in, closed the door, and walked out.

Both father and son fell asleep and infected her.

She sat at Lu Yiyao's feet, tightly wrapped his feet, leaned on the sofa, and gradually fell asleep.

The entire villa was silent.

Buzz buzz.

The phone in Lu Yiyao's pocket vibrated and woke him up from his sleep.

He reflexively took out his phone, put it beside his ear and answered with a hoarse voice.

"Hey …"

"CEO, it's me."

The person who called was Jiang Fei.

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao's throat was in a bit of pain as he coldly pressed out a single word.

"CEO, the Grand Preceptor's condition isn't good again. Can you come to the hospital?"

Jiang Fei's voice sounded very anxious, and he even felt a little panicked.

This was unlike his usual self.

Lu Yiyao's heart tightened as he struggled to sit up.

"I'll be right over."

"Alright."

"Did you call Deputy Chairman?"

"Not yet?"

"Call him right away."

"Yes."1

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yiyao raised the blanket and was about to go down. He glanced at Lin Ange, who was sleeping beside his feet, and felt warm inside.

He woke her.

"Why did you get up? Quickly lie down."

Lin Ange hurriedly stood up and sternly said to him.

She firmly remembered Tang Yi's words to her.

Lu Yiyao said hoarsely while holding the phone with his sharp lips.

"I'm going out for a while."

"Go out? "No way!"

Lin Ange panicked when she heard this. Walking over, he stopped Zhang Xuan with a furious roar.

"It's fine. I've taken some medicine and I'm much better now."

"That still won't do …"

Lin Ange pursed her lips, her expression serious.

She stood in front of Lu Yiyao and bowed a head in front of him.

Lu Yiyao's gaze landed on her hair. He reached out to hug her and kissed the hair on the top of her head.

The heat flowed through her hair and into her scalp, causing Lin Ange's heart to tremble.

"Lu Yiyao, go lie down." "If there's anything you need to do, you can wait until you're better before you deal with it. Is that okay?"

Lin Ange pressed her face against his chest, feeling that his clothes were drenched.

How could she let him out like this?

"The old tutor is critically ill, I can't not go."

Lu Yiyao had no choice but to tell her the truth.

"The old gramps is in critical condition?" Didn't you say yesterday that it was just an old habit? "

Lin Ange's heart tightened as her small face scrunched up into a ball. Her clear eyes flashed, revealing a deep sense of unease.

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